Laced between two
Towering chestnuts
A lone cloth sways
In the breeze
An old man approaches
Fascinated by this haven
Harbored in the trees
Seemingly suspended in midair
He touches the soft weave
Halting its tireless exchange
Taking a step back
To ponder this canvas
Gently placing his body
Into the cradling cocoon
An old man sways
In the breeze
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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A lovely, gentle moment.
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Thank you….love the soft sway in the breeze, it take you on a journey….
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Love this enough to go out and get one for my yard!!
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Jon bought one for Neil for Father’s Day, and while the hammock inspired the poem, the “old man” is not Neil 🙂
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Thoughtful!
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